The Christiad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
'Twas such a manner of disease, 'twas suchMortal miasma in Cecropian landsWhilom reduced the plains to dead men's bones,Unpeopled the ...
But mortal manWas then far hardier in the old champaign,As well he should be, since a hardier earthHad him begotten; ...
I.Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,It is more fatal then the dry,That singly, but embracing, wounds;And this at once both burns ...
Oriole—athlete of the air—Of fire and song a glowing core,From tropic wildernesses fair,Spring's favorite lampadephore,A hot flambeau on either wingRimples ...
Far from the feasting, in the bedroomSits loyal Amor and quakes with dread:What if the guests become too zestful,Break the ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
FRAGMENT I.--PROLOGUE. Dans nos vastes cit?s, par le sort partag?s, Sous deux injustes lois les hommes sont rang?s: Les uns, ...
Comme un dernier rayon, comme un dernier z?phyre Animent la fin d'un beau jour, Au pied ...
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus ? longs flots Partout aille ? la ronde ?veiller les bons mots. Reine de ...
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
THE North Star whispers: "You are one Of those whose course no chance can change. You blunder, but are not ...
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